It was long after midnight when Carrick slipped through the dark corridors of his house towards the bedroom that had been prepared for Russell. Karena had returned to her chambers where her slave boy waited for her, and Eterna had excused herself for a long, warming bath.

Carrick needed no candles to light the way to Russell's room. He moved as silently and quickly as a shadow, his pale face and bare feet the only parts of him visible, the black silk dressing gown he wore cloaking him in darkness.

When he reached the guest room that had been prepared for Russell, he turned the well-oiled doorknob and slipped inside. The nearly full moon fell in a silver line over the bed, illuminating the man who lay there. Russ appeared to be sleeping soundly, head turned on the pillow, the side of his neck invitingly bare. Were it any other man, Carrick might step forward in a noiseless whisper of silk and bend his lips to that neck, his fangs slipping gently into the bare skin and allowing the hot blood to pool on his tongue before melting back into the darkness.

But no. He would not feed from Russell again. Not until his lover asked it of him. Instead, Carrick stepped silently around the bed and stretched out next to the other man, leaning forwards to allow his lips ghost over the stubbled jaw.

Carrick looped the silk around one bar of the metal bar of the bedhead then tied the other end of the belt around his lover's wrists. Russell was now held in place, wrists above his head. Carrick gazed down at him for a long moment then slowly lowered himself atop the other man, lips meeting Russell's in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue explored the warmth and heat of Russell's mouth while his lips pressed Russell's own mouth further and further apart, wanting to drink in the taste of him in the deepest kiss possible,

He shuddered as Carrick's cool skin came in contact with his own hot skin. The position with his hands tied above his head wasn't uncomfortable. But it was different. He'd never let a lover tie him like this before. Closing his eyes, he eagerly kissed Carrick back, savoring the kisses. He let himself be open for more.

Carrick's mouth moved down to the rippling throat and then to Russell's hard, heavily muscled chest. "What do you dream of, Russell?" he asked softly, mouth and hands caressing the sun-dark skin as he went. "When we're not together, how do you imagine us? Tell me what you long for when we're apart..."

He murmured against Russ' skin, mouth moving ever lower until he reached the tangle of dark hair at his lover's groin.

Moaning at the loss of Carrick's mouth on his, he gasped as his lover kissed and caressed him. His cool hands and lips playing against his skin while Russell just got hotter.

"I dream of us like this," he sighed. "Your cool skin against mine. Fire and ice together. Gods... You're so sexy," Russ said looking into those intense eyes. "Your mouth on my cock. Sucking me." He shuddered, his hands pulling against the silken bonds. "Please... I need you Carrick."

Carrick looked up at Russell as he spoke, eyes full of desire.His only reply was to dip his head and let his tongue caressing Russell's sex with a long, slow lick from the root to the very tip of him before taking the hard length into his mouth.

He closed his eyes and he sucked Russ' cock slowly deeper and deeper until it was nudging at the back of his throat. All the while his mouth worked, his hands ran over the hot skin, stroking and caressing, fingers splayed as his hands moved with a covetous, possessive hunger.

He watched Carrick lick him, then take his cock in his mouth. An excited tremor ran through him as Carrick engulfed him with his mouth. Moaning loudly, he spread his legs for his lover. He panted and shuddered. Carrick's mouth warmed around him. It wasn't the cold of a corpse. A human's mouth would feel cool to Russell's skin when he was aroused. He didn't care what Noctis said. Carrick was not a corpse. He felt the head of his cock bump the back of Carrick's throat. "God's so good..." he groaned.

Carrick's hands moved downwards as Russ spread his legs, his fingers cupping the firm muscles of Russ's buttocks and pulling him down the bed, drawing his lover's hard cock even deeper into his mouth as he did so.

Finally he raised his head, allowing the deliciously thick erection to slip from his mouth. The hard length glistened with moisture. Pale eyes burning but hands moving slowly, the better to pleasure his lover at the sight, he slid the robe from his naked shoulders, allowing the dark silk to fall to the floor by the bed.

With liquid, inhuman grace, Carrick moved up Russell's body one knee on either side of the prone, bound form. He slowly let his weight descended onto russll's hips so that his erection slid between Carrick's buttocks. It became clear in an instant that the vampire had already spread lubricant over the entrance t his own body.

"I'm going to ride you," he said softly, his voice thick with need. "Slowly. I'm going to watch your face as you feel me take your cock inside me.. .and you can watch me touch myself as I feel you filling me up." His pale hand moved to stroke his own erection, fingertips circling the curving head.

He watched Russ' face carefully for the werewolf's reaction to his plan. "Surprised, my Prince?"

"Yes!" That was a surprise. Russell swallowed hard and watched as his thick length pressed inside his lover's tight hole. Carrick sank down over him. "Gods!" He closed his eyes, back arching. When Carrick was finally settled with all of Russell's shaft buried in him, he opened his eyes again to watch his lover's hand on his own erection. The sight of his lover fisting his own cock as he rode him made Russell shudder with desire.

The vampire shifted a little, his hips pressing forwards as he settled fully down onto Russell's sex. He let out a quiet moan as his full weight came to settle atop his lover, the position allowing Russ' cock to push deeper inside him than ever before.

Carrick began to move his hips in a slow, deep grind, squeezing and stroking himself as he did so tightening his muscles as he rose and fell on the thick length buried inside him.

Carrick moved faster as he found the perfect rhythm, his hips thrusting downwards as he rode Russell's cock, moving closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. his brows drew together as he moaned again, the thick, heavy length inside him stretching his wide open

"Beautiful," Carrick gasped. "You're so beautiful like this." It was true. Should he have wished it, the Alpha werewolf's strength could have let him tear the strip of silk as if it were paper. For the vampire, the fact Russell would lie there with his hands bound above his head, pliant and trusting as he pressed his hips up into Carrick's body only heightened the fierce masculine beauty of Russ' features.

"You're close, aren't you," he moaned. "I can feel it." Carrick squeezed the muscles of his ass tightly together, further adding to the incredible sensations of Russ filling him over and over again.

"Yes," he panted. "How do you do this to me?" Being with Carrick always made him come so fast. Not that he wouldn't recover quickly. His vampire lover made the heat rise in him so fast. Usually he was in control of himself. Worse yet, he could feel the pull of the moon, the need to shift. He held it back because he didn't think Carrick would like it, but his wolf was so close to the surface. He could feel the orgasm coiling in his gut building and building.

He couldn't hold it back any longer. Russell cried out, his entire body spasming as he came. His come pulsing inside Carrick. When he could breathe again, he looked up at his lover. "Your turn, old man. Come for me, Carrick," he encouraged, starting to thrust harder. "I want to watch you come all over me."

Russell's climax filled Carrick completely, his seed thick and hot within him. He clamped his legs tight around Russell's hips, keeping the thick length buried within him as deeply as possible as Russ bucked and writhed beneath him.

He drank in the sight of Russell's head tossing on the pillow, his strong face flushed with rapture and his lips reddened with kisses.

"Gladly," he said. He lifted his head from the pillow and watched Carrick eagerly. He could tell from the way he was moving that he was nearly there. Russell thrust up harder and was rewarded by Carrick's come splattering across his belly and chest. "That's it, yes!"

Carrick was almost shaking from the intensity of his release when he finally opened his eyes and gazed down at his lover. Slowly he leaned forwards and pulled the knots in the silk belt free, releasing Russell's wrists.

With one hand braced on either side of Russell's head, he leaned down for a long, ravenous kiss, taking the other man's lower lip between his and sucking on it gently, taking the soft flesh between his teeth in a teasing bite.

It took a moment for his arms and hands to stop tingling once they were released. He moaned into that teasing kiss and put his arms around Carrick. He rolled them over so that Carrick was on his back, then started kissing his way down his lover's body.

Carrick willingly allowed Russell to move him onto his back, returning the embrace and holding the other man's body down on his for a moment before he tilted his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure at the feel of the warm mouth roving over his skin.

He worked his way down in much the way that Carrick had on him earlier. Kissing, licking and caressing every inch of skin. When he was low enough, he ran his tongue from Carrick's balls to the tip of his cock, tasting himself on his lover.